#that stupid ass grinning emoji just

[hoshifighting]

lee chan as your sugar baby!

— WARNINGS: sugar mommy x sugar baby relationship, smut, cock riding, overstimulation, oral (m. receiving). — (Seventeen as Sugar Baby's Series)

chan's fingers hovered over the keyboard, the couch under him squeaking as his friends shifted closer, eyes glued to his screen. the profile had been a joke, a dare born out of a boredom and too many beers. his bio was something ridiculous, like “lee chan, 25. likes dancing, long walks to the fridge, and avoiding adult responsibilities.” he doesn’t think much of it, just another one of those dumb things you do with friends that you forget about the next morning.

so when that notification popped up, he’d been fully ready to shrug it off.

“oh shit, someone actually bit,” seungkwan snorted, elbowing him in the ribs.

“no way,” vernon leaned in closer, practically draping himself over chan’s shoulder. “what, is it a granny looking for a toyboy?”

chan was already smirking, about to type back something half-assed, but then he clicked on the profile.

silence.

“bro…” was all soonyoung managed, voice dropping to something almost reverent.

you stared back at him from the screen, the photo set in dubai. expensive-ass bikini that screamed designer without being obnoxious about it, a pool so clear it could’ve been a goddamn mirror. every photo after that, some crazy tourist spot, one after the other. greece, italy, fucking bali. you were clearly someone who had their shit together, someone who probably had the same watch collection as his entire paycheck for the last year.

chan’s still staring at the screen, fingers hovering over the keyboard. he’s never seen anything like this before. you look like money, smell like money, like that fancy, understated kind of wealth that doesn’t need to brag.

“are you gonna reply or just keep ogling?” seungkwan’s voice snapped him out of it.

he glanced at the message again. just a simple “hi” but now another one had popped up.

“she’s typing again,” someone whispers, and chan snaps out of it, eyes darting back to the chat window.

“you’re real cute in that profile pic,” it read, followed by a winking emoji.

“well, fuck me,” chan muttered under his breath, running a hand through his hair. “what the hell do i even say to that?”

“anything but something stupid,” vernon quipped, nudging him.

chan bites his lip, glancing at his friends who are all staring at him like this is the most important conversation of his life. and maybe it kinda is.

his fingers hovered again. you were out of his league in every way that mattered, but here you were, talking to him. and what was he? just some dude who loved dance and cheap beer. but fuck it. he wasn’t about to let that stop him.

“hii! you know, you look even better than all those tourist spots. might have to see for myself sometime...”

“oh my god, dude,” vernon whispered, trying not to laugh too loudly.

“he’s going in!” seungkwan half-yelled, covering his mouth in shock.

chan hit send and immediately regretted it, cheeks burning. “what? too much?”

“nah, man, that’s bold,” soonyoung said, barely containing his grin. “you might’ve just scored.”

seconds felt like hours, everyone staring at the screen, waiting. then, the notification pinged.

“lol, that’s cute,” you replied. “where you living rn?”

chan’s hands shook as he typed back. “seoul. just a humble dancer here. what about you? where you at?”

“imma bet she’s like, in some penthouse in new york or something,” soonyoung guessed.

chan rolled his eyes but waited, heart in his throat, until your next message popped up.

“france atm. here for work.”

“what the fuck?” chan whispered, blinking. “she’s in france? who just casually drops they’re in france?”

“she’s high-class, bro,” vernon chuckled, “better up your game.”

chan swallowed, typing back, “damn, france, huh? that’s far. what kind of work are you into?”

“bet she’s got some crazy job,” soonyoung mused, leaning in closer.

your reply came quicker this time. “i’m a director at a company. lots of traveling, lots of meetings, but it’s worth it.”

“right?” chan exhaled, trying to play it cool. “guess i better brush up on my french. so, when are you back in seoul?”

“soon,” you replied. “might need a tour guide when i get there. you up for the job?”

chan felt his heart skip a beat. “hell yeah, i’m up for it. i’ll make sure you see all the best spots.”

“even better if one of those spots is your place,” you teased.

his friends erupted into laughter, nearly falling off the couch as chan’s face turned beet red. “fuck… she’s smooth,” he mumbled, grinning despite himself.

“she’s gonna eat you alive, and you’re gonna love it,” vernon teased, leaning back into the couch, grinning ear to ear.

days passed, and his friends kept throwing out jokes, but none of them actually thought he’d go through with meeting you. it was supposed to be a dare, a laugh, nothing serious. but there chan was, pulling on the finest clothes he owned, trying to look like he belonged next to someone like you. black slacks, a crisp white shirt, the kind of fit that made him feel like maybe he could pass for someone with a little more class, some nice pants, and his best pair of shoes. it wasn’t designer, but it was the best he could do.

he paced in front of his apartment building, checking his phone every two seconds. his palms were already sweating, and his heart raced in his chest like it was trying to break free.

then, he saw it—a sleek black porsche 911 pulling up to the curb, the engine purring like a panther. “no fucking way,” he whispered to himself as the door opened and you stepped out, removing your sunglasses with a casual flick of your wrist. your gaze locking onto his. you were the picture of luxury, the kind of woman who had her shit together and didn’t let anyone forget it.

chan swallowed hard, his confidence from your messages feeling a little shaky now that you were right in front of him. “uh, hey,” he managed, running a hand through his hair.

you smiled, a slow, knowing curve of your lips as you approached him. “nice to finally meet you, chan,” you said, your voice smooth, like you were used to making people feel a little off-kilter.

“y-yeah, you too,” he stammered, trying to hold it together. “you look... wow.”

“thanks,” you replied, glancing at his outfit. “you clean up pretty well yourself.”

he chuckled, scratching the back of his head. “figured i should try to look the part.”

you gave him an appraising look before tilting your head towards the car. “so, you know how to drive?”

he blinked, caught off guard. “uh, yeah, of course.”

“good,” you said, tossing the keys his way. he barely caught them, fumbling a bit as he did. “why don’t you take us for a spin, then?”

“you want me to drive that?” chan asked, glancing back at the porsche, his nerves doubling.

you nodded, a glint in your eye. “you got it, pretty boy. show me what you can do.”

chan’s heart thudded in his chest as he walked over to the car, his hands still a little shaky as he slid into the driver’s seat. the leather was soft under his fingers, the kind of luxury he wasn’t used to, but damn if he didn’t feel like a king behind that wheel.

he started the engine, the car rumbling to life, and glanced over at you. you were watching him, your expression amused but with a hint of something else, something that made him feel like this was more than just a ride.

“so, where to first?” he asked, gripping the wheel a little tighter.

“how about we start with wherever you usually hang out?” you suggested, settling into the seat, your gaze flicking to him. “i want to see the city through your eyes.”

chan nodded, a small smile tugging at his lips. “okay, i can do that.”

chan had never felt so out of his element, yet so at ease. he’d taken you through his world, showing you his favorite spots around the city—the dance studio where he spent countless hours perfecting his moves, a little-known art exhibition that he’d insisted on paying for, despite your amused protests. now, the two of you strolled through a quiet park, the late afternoon sun casting a warm, golden glow over everything.

as you walked, chan led you to a secluded spot where an old statue stood, slightly weathered but still striking. it was a simple piece, a couple entwined in an embrace, their lips inches apart, forever captured in a moment of almost-kissing.

“so, this statue,” chan started, his voice a little softer now. “there’s this legend that if you kiss someone here, you’re supposed to stay together forever. something about how the artist sculpted it after he lost his wife. he wanted to capture their last moment together, just before they kissed, so they could be like that forever.”

you stopped, staring at the statue, then glanced at him with a knowing smile. “and here i thought you were just a dancer. didn’t know you were into old romantic tales, too.”

he shrugged, a bit bashful. “yeah, well, this place is special. it’s got a vibe, you know?”

“i know,” you replied, stepping closer to the statue, your hand brushing over its surface. “i’ve actually been here before. in fact, i’ve been to every place you showed me today.”

chan’s eyes widened in surprise, a mix of shock and curiosity flooding his expression. “wait, you did? why didn’t you say anything?”

you turned to face him, your gaze locking onto his. “i just wanted to spend time with you. i wanted to see how you experience these places, what they mean to you.”

“that’s… actually pretty sweet.”

you nodded, stepping closer until you were right in front of him, your body almost brushing against his. “you think so?”

for a moment, neither of you spoke, the world around you fading into the background. chan could feel the words hanging between you like a challenge and an invitation all at once.

“well,” he said, his voice dropping to a near whisper, “there’s still one thing we haven’t done yet.”

“what’s that?” you asked, your voice equally soft, a teasing edge to it.

chan didn’t answer with words. instead, he slowly closed the distance between you, his hands gently resting on your hips. you could feel the tension in his muscles, the way he was holding back, not wanting to rush, but there was no mistaking the want in his eyes.

and then he kissed you.

it started slow, like he was savoring the first taste. his lips were soft against yours, but there was a firmness in the way he held you. the kiss deepened, his hands sliding up your sides, feeling the smooth, expensive fabric of your dress under his fingertips. it was like touching pure luxury, and it made his heart race even faster.

you responded in kind, your hands sliding over his chest, feeling the hard planes of his muscles beneath his shirt. he was strong, solid, and the contrast between his ruggedness and your refinement sent a thrill through you. you pressed closer, feeling the heat of his body, the way his breath mingled with yours.

he pulled you even closer, his hands now fully around your waist, one sliding up your back as if trying to memorize every inch of you. there was nothing between you and the world but this kiss, this moment, where time seemed to stretch and bend around the two of you.

the kiss was everything—soft and sweet, yet desperate and consuming, like neither of you wanted it to end. his scent surrounded you, a combination of something clean and musky, grounding you even as the kiss made you feel like you were floating.

you pulled back slightly, your lips lingering close to his. you could still feel the ghost of his kiss on your mouth.

chan’s apartment is exactly what you imagined—small, cozy, clean, and it smells like fresh laundry mixed with something musky that’s all him. it’s simple, a little too bare maybe, but there’s something comforting about it. like it’s a place where he can just be himself.

“it’s not much,” he says, rubbing the back of his neck as he leads you inside. “definitely not what you’re used to. not fancy or anything, but… it’s home.”

you smile at him, stepping further into the living room. “i like it,” you say, and you mean it. it’s a place that feels real, lived-in, and right now, it’s exactly where you want to be.

chan watches you carefully, like he’s trying to gauge your reaction, but when he sees the smile on your face, some of that tension leaves his shoulders. he looks at you, a little nervous, but you can see the desire underneath, the way he’s holding himself back.

“so,” you say, stepping closer to him, letting your body brush against his. he’s solid, all hard muscle and pent-up energy, and you can feel the heat radiating off him. “you gonna give me the full tour?”

his breath hitches when you press against him, your lips so close to his that he can practically taste you already. “uh, yeah,” he says, his voice low and a little rough. “i mean, it’s not a big place or anything, but…”

you don’t let him finish. instead, you lick his lips with the tip of your tongue, just a quick, teasing flick that has him groaning almost immediately. his hands twitch at his sides, like he’s not sure if he’s allowed to touch you yet.

“chan,” you murmur, your lips ghosting over his. “why don’t you show me the whole place?”

his eyes darken, his hands finally coming up to grip your waist, pulling you flush against him. “you mean… like, now?”

“now,” you confirm, giving him a slow, sultry smile. “and maybe we can start with the bedroom.”

chan doesn’t need to be told twice. he practically drags you down the short hallway, your laughter echoing off the walls as he fumbles with the door. the second you’re inside, his hands are on you, pulling you close, kissing you like he’s been waiting forever to do it.

you push him back toward the bed, feeling the mattress hit the back of your legs as you fall onto it together. chan’s kisses are hungry, almost desperate, and you can feel him trembling slightly, the anticipation building between you.

“fuck, you’re so hot,” he mutters against your lips, his hands sliding under your shirt, feeling the soft skin beneath.

you smirk, running your hands down his chest, feeling the hard lines of his muscles. “you’re not so bad yourself,” you tease, slipping your hand lower, brushing over the bulge in his jeans.

chan’s breath catches in his throat, his hips bucking up into your touch. “shit,” he groans, his head falling back as you palm him through the fabric.

you undo his jeans, sliding them down just enough to free his cock, and you hear the sharp intake of breath he takes as the cool air hits him. he’s already rock hard, thick and pulsing in your hand, and when you lean down to take him into your mouth, the sound he makes is nothing short of pathetic.

“fuck, oh fuck,” he moans, his hands gripping the sheets so tight his knuckles turn white. “shit, your mouth… feels so good.”

you hum around him, swirling your tongue over the tip, tasting the salty bead of precum there. chan’s hips jerk involuntarily, and you can feel how desperate he is, how much he’s holding back. you start moving your mouth up and down his length, taking him deeper each time, and the way he’s losing his mind over it is almost enough to make you lose control.

“i… i can’t—” chan gasps, his voice shaking as he tries to hold on. “i’m gonna… fuck, i’m gonna cum.”

you don’t stop, sucking harder, taking him all the way to the back of your throat. chan’s moans are getting louder, more broken, and you can feel his cock throbbing, his whole body tensing up as he gets closer and closer.

“fuck, i’m cumming, i’m—” he chokes out, his hips bucking up as he spills into your mouth. his whole body shakes, his moans turning into desperate, breathless gasps as he rides out the high, his fingers digging into the sheets like he’s afraid he’ll float away.

you don’t let up, even as he starts to soften in your mouth, your tongue teasing him, milking every last drop out of him. chan’s breath comes in ragged pants, his body twitching uncontrollably as you keep going.

“s-stop,” he pleads, his voice hoarse, almost broken. “too much… can’t…”

you pull back, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand as you crawl up his body. “too much?” you ask, your voice full of teasing. “we’re just getting started.”

chan barely has time to process that before you’re straddling him, your body pressing down onto his still sensitive cock. he gasps, his hands flying to your hips, but he’s too overwhelmed to do anything more than hold on as you start moving.

“fuck, fuck, i can’t,” he whimpers, his head falling back against the pillows, his eyes screwed shut. “i can’t, it’s too much.”

“you can take it,” you murmur, leaning down to kiss him, your hands sliding up his chest. “just relax, let me take care of you.”

chan groans, his hips bucking up into you even though every nerve in his body is screaming at him to stop. the overstimulation is driving him insane, every touch of your body, every movement making him tremble, his hands gripping the pillow like it’s his lifeline. he’s never felt anything like this before, never thought he could feel this good and this overwhelmed at the same time.

you can feel him trembling beneath you, his whole body tense with the effort of holding on. it’s almost too much for him, but you don’t stop, not yet. you want to push him just a little further, want to see how far you can take him.

chan brought out something in you that you hadn’t felt in years. it wasn’t just the excitement of being with someone young and full of life—it was how he made you feel, like every moment with him was a break from the weight of the world. he had this way of dragging you out of your high-stress life and dropping you into something simple, fun, and completely unpretentious.

like that time he took you to the amusement park. you hadn’t been to one in ages, but there you were, screaming your lungs out on roller coasters, laughing so hard you thought you’d cry, and holding his hand through it all. it wasn’t fancy, wasn’t anything like the high-end places you usually found yourself in, but it was exactly what you needed. chan made you feel alive in a way you’d forgotten was possible.

then there were the movie dates, sitting in those darkened theaters with him, your feet up on the seat in front of you like a couple of carefree kids. he’d always pick the cheesiest movies, and you’d groan, but somehow, they ended up being exactly what you needed. you loved watching his face light up during the action scenes or how he’d lean in close to whisper jokes in your ear, making you laugh so much you’d miss half the movie.

but it wasn’t just the dates. it was the little things. like when he’d have one of his fashion shows for you, parading around your massive living room in the new clothes you’d gotten him. the way he’d strike ridiculous poses, just to make you smile, or how his face would light up when you genuinely praised him, making him feel like he was on top of the world.

and you loved being by his side when his friends came over. they had this infectious energy, pulling you into their world effortlessly. you even found yourself spoiling them now and then, slipping one of them some cash or buying them a round of drinks, because they took care of chan so well, and you appreciated that more than you could say.

chan balanced you in a way that was almost scary. no matter how tired you were after a long day at work, he was your constant source of energy, always there, always ready to make you feel better. you’d stop by some luxury brand store on the way home, picking up a few things for him because you knew he’d love it, and because it made you happy to spoil him a little.

you knew that when you walked through the door, he’d be there, waiting for you. sometimes, he’d pull you into bed, his arms wrapped around you as he coaxed you to sleep, whispering sweet nothings in your ear until you drifted off. other times, he’d be more playful, those dancer’s hips of his working magic as he eased the stress out of your body in ways that made you forget all about the bullshit of the day.

“missed you,” he’d murmur, his voice husky and full of affection as he pressed a kiss to your neck.

“missed you too,” you’d reply, your hands finding their way to his hips, pulling him closer. “you always know how to make everything better.”

and it was true. chan wasn’t just a breath of fresh air—he was your escape, your balance, the thing that made everything else worth it.

[soulaires]

hiii can I request for grumpy!reader x sunshine!kenji hcs plz I love that man so much 😩 and that trope is such a 🤌

also can I be 🪸anon?!?!?!

THAT’S MY BABY

pairings: grumpy!reader x sunshine!kenji kishimoto.

warnings: absolutely shitty pick up lines and horrible attempt at flirting. also sexual innuendos lol

summary: kenji and his intimidating gf

notes: I need this man so bad I’m not even joking. Also yes you can be my coral anon 🫶(you guys can claim any emoji you guys wishes) also kenji is orange while you are purple.

you absolutely hated kenji when you first met him.

he was obnoxiously loud, very annoying, doesn’t read the room, and sarcastic. way too sarcastic.

although his little sarcasm comments really can make you break a character

while you hated him at first sight, you absolutely caught his attention when you arrived at omega point.

he was stars truck that he mad it a goal to impress you, to notice him and maybe, maybe you can possibly like him back.

when in training, he’s really trying so hard to impress you

you noticed him once with a comment saying “nice work, kishimoto.” and he absolutely froze at that moment

he had it imprinted on his mind, treasure the moment on his heart, and blush at the moment every time he remembers it.

he actually like the way you played hard to get, or at least that were you doing instead of genuinely hating his ass

he says random pickup line at you.

and will always try to insert his flirty comments.

are you a map? ‘cause I just got lost in your eyes, princess.

hey, I think I have a low iron cause every time I get up too fast I always end up falling for you.

no pen, no paper…but you still draw my attention.

the sunflowers would mistake you for the sun, all turning to look at you.

hey, what’s the month date today again?

It’s may now. may I finally be yours?

hey, Princess. Do you know the word of the day?

the what???

word of the day. it’s ‘legs’ so, why don’t we go home and spread the word?

no pickup lines today?

nah, don’t have any pick up lines cause I’m not tryna be picked up I’m trynna be pinned down. he smirks

It’s stupid, really.

but sometimes you find yourself blushing and a small smile coming at your lips

and of course, it won’t get unnoticed by him. he always feel proud at himself and a smug smirk is displaying his face

and, you sometimes tease him by flirting back.

“hey, how’s my favorite girl doing?” Kenji said as he enters the gym.

“your favorite girl is doing okay. how about her favorite boy, hmm?” you replied, as your eyes are still focused on the lifts. With the lack of reply, you look at him and there he was, standing frozenly as his cheeks painted tomato red.

“that was smooth.” He finally said after a solid minutes.

“wanna see if my lips are too?” you replied with a smirk.

—

“Watch out, sweetheart. You kinda sound like you’re flirting when we argue.” Kenji suddenly said as you guys argue over something stupid, again. You only roll your eyes as a response that make him chuckle.

“Whoa, watch at that attitude, princess, yeah?” he said after he whistled.

“attitude isn’t the only reason my eyes roll back.” you countered with a smirk, staring directly at his eyes.

—

“relationship are 50/50, you are a catch, so am I.”

“yeah right, a relationship is 50/50 you give me your last name while I scream your first.”

“WOAHH!?”

when you finally smile at him openly he gets caught off guard like

wow??? you are so beautiful??

He still continues to win you over even when he already has!

he calls you sunshine ironically because you are actually just the grumpy black cat gf

I don’t need protection.

yeah, believe me she doesn’t .

he calls you sweetheart, princess, pretty girl, baby and ma’am

you who glares while kenji just grins

he loves the way you laughed at his stupid jokes

you are laughing. I told a joke and you are laughing. I LOVE YOU.

kenji who looks at you first when he makes sarcastic comments / jokes to see if you are laughing.

My girl not allowed to watch IT cause i'm the only clown she needs in her life

LOVES LOVES the way you glare at everyone but smiles only at him.

like he is your only exception make him wanna just marry you right there

gets jealous when you suddenly a lot less grumpy in warners presence

he scrutinizing the fuck out of him FOR REAL

he will never admit that he's jealous of warner for his pride and ego cus he know warner only doing it to get on too him

but he will pout and will sass you

he will play pranks on someone who flirt with you using his ability to be invisible

It really gets handy

anddd aaron warner is always the victim of it

I mean yes, Warner can sense him BUT not when someone is really keeping him distracted

EHEM juliette EHEM

can't keep his laugh whenever warner come out annoyed at him bc of the pranks

“Remind me again, what did you even like about kishimoto?” Warner asks while kenji just huffed.

you, who is reading a book blatantly says without looking up, “his personality.” you feel someone’s pair of eyes on you

Warner raised his eyebrows, surprised. “Really now?”

“Fuck you mean by that?” Kenji interpreted while warner look at him with disgust on his eyes.

“yeah, i was surprised too.” you replied which cause your boyfriend to gasp dramatically and warner who chuckled.

Kenji grabbed at his chest dramatically, “wow. Betrayed by my own girl?” You laughed at him while you gave him a kiss on his temple while Warner rolled his eyes and left. Kenji who still annoyed at warner ignored it while he sassyingly left.

he ignored you for a solid 1 hour and then he comes at you asking for cuddles

he peppered some kisses on your face and calls it "skincare"

he puts flowers onto your hair

you always dig holes into someone just by glaring, and he'd bend down gently and lean over to whisper, “why don't we like them?”

he follows you like a puppy

whenever you stand up to go somewhere HE FOLLOWS.

WHENEVER YOU GO HE GO.

he worships the ground you walk on

he sees you a gift from God

he loves to be babied by you

but will never admit it

at the end, he is your sunshine to your cloudy mood.

[tokischaaaaa]

distraction 🌀

notes!!: inspired by tiktok above ^^

warnings: fluff

word count: 1.1k!!

y/n was 2 hrs into her stream on her twitch channel, she had just begun a poll on her stream to listen to albums she hadn’t had the chance to listen to before.

basically a listening party, and a way for her viewers to input and spread their music taste.

“so admins can yall show what are the albums chats saying i should listen to?”

moments later and a few clicks later, y/n moved the poll to the screen to show her viewers.

options of albums to listen to were:

orquídeas - kali uches

negro swan - blood orange

cowboy carter - beyoncé

late registration - kanye

considering the biggest/ most well known artist was beyoncé and kanye , the polls showed the competition between both albums.

seconds later, the poll ended and cowboy carter by beyoncé had won.

30 minutes later, after gasps, snapping and humming, y/n was 75% done with the album. as she heard the beginning another comentary interlude and got up and stretched, still being visble to chat she jumped once she heard a loud chanting in her head phones.

spaghettii had started playing, y/n got up and started tapping her foot while placing her hands on her hips. she was so distracted that she didn’t hear hamzah come inside their apartment, he was became quickly aware that y/n was streaming due to the blaring light from her monitor.

as the lyrics ‘like a snap of my fingers im thanos!’ was yelled by beyoncé, y/n couldn’t help but start twerking due to the hypnotizing song. she wasn’t showing her junk to the camera but having her backside face the wall.

hamzah on the other hand was having a fun time. he couldn’t help but laugh as y/n kept making faces as she rocked her hips.

soon she got lower and lower, THAT caught hamzahs attention. he began to feel his chest tighten as he his desire to be behind y/n as she was dancing grew stronger.

as the song started to progress and get a little slower instrumental wise, y/n went back to her seat and was quickly made aware of hamzahs presence by chat.

“who’s here chat?” y/n said looking around, her eyes meeting hamzahs.

“you saw all that?” y/n blurted as her face turned red.

“yeah, never knew you had that in you y/n,” hamzah chuckled, walking closer to her monitor.

“mhm, guess you never knew i was apart of the beyhive.” y/n said raising her eyebrows.

“yeah, guess not.” he said, still thinking about y/n’s dancing, getting closer to y/n.

y/n could tell hamzah was feeling dirty, but she had to warn him before he kept talking stupid.

“babe i’m on stream,” y/n said pressing her mute button.

hamzah took her finger off the button, and grinned to her.

“babe i don’t care, plus you was bucking your hips in the air.” hamzah snickered eyeing y/n down, putting his warm hand on her back, slowly inching his fingers under her shirt.

y/n’s back straightened quickly, hamzah grinned shifting his head to the camera.

“how’s the listening party going?”

“good, wait you’ve been watching?”

“yeah, nonifications always on for you babe.” he said giving her cheek a quick peck.

soon y/n’s chat filled with hearts and you and hamzahs ship name.

“bruh, look what you did.” y/n groaned. “i still got like 7 more songs. all chats gonna be doing is asking for this.”

“so, give them what they want.” hamzah smiled putting his bag down and letting his hand on y/n’s back go deeper and grab her ass.

a audible gasp came out of y/n.

“hamzah.” she hissed under her breath, holding onto the mic.

hamzah shrugged in response.

y/n took a deep breath, giving hamzah a playful glare before turning back to her chat. "alright, alright, y'all. let's get back to the music!" she said, trying to regain her composure.

as she clicked to start the next track, the chat was buzzing with excitement and heart emojis. "you two are too cute!" one message read, while another said, "this is the best stream ever!"

y/n couldn't help but smile. despite the unexpected interruption, she loved how supportive her community was. and she couldn't deny that hamzah's presence added a special touch to her streams.

as the next song started playing, y/n leaned back in her chair, letting the music wash over her. she glanced at hamzah, who was now lounging on the couch, watching her with a smirk. she felt a warmth spread through her chest, a mixture of love and amusement.

hamzah, sensing her gaze, winked at her. "you know, i could join you for the rest of the stream. make it a duet," he teased.

y/n laughed, shaking her head. "oh really? you think you can keep up with me and beyoncé?"

"absolutely," hamzah replied, standing up and moving closer to her setup. he pulled up a chair next to her, and the chat went wild with excitement.

"alright, chat, you heard him. hamzah's joining us for the rest of the listening party!" y/n announced, her smile widening as she saw the flood of positive reactions.

hamzah settled next to her, slipping his arm around her shoulders. "so, what's next on the list?" he asked, peering at the screen.

"let's see," y/n said, scrolling through the remaining tracks. "ah, here we go. this one’s a classic." she clicked play, and the opening notes filled the room.

as the music played, hamzah gently swayed in his seat, occasionally singing along and making y/n laugh with his over-the-top yapping. they shared stories about their favorite songs, playfully debated the best albums, and even took turns reading out the funniest comments from the chat.

at one point, hamzah leaned in closer, his voice soft in her ear. "you know, watching you like this, so happy and in your element... it’s one of my favorite things."

y/n felt her cheeks warm and her heart flutter. "glad you enjoy it as much as i do," she murmured back, giving his hand a squeeze.

as the final track played, they both leaned back, content and relaxed. y/n turned to hamzah, her eyes shining with gratitude and affection. "thanks for joining me tonight. it made this stream extra special."

"anytime, babe," hamzah replied, pressing a kiss to her temple. "you know i'm your biggest fan."

as they wrapped up the stream, y/n felt an overwhelming sense of joy. not just from the music and the wonderful interaction with her chat, but from the simple, beautiful connection she shared with hamzah. it was in moments like these that she felt truly blessed, knowing that they had something extraordinary.

"goodnight, everyone!" y/n called out, waving to the camera as the stream ended. she turned to hamzah, her eyes sparkling with happiness. "now, where were we?"

hamzah grinned, pulling her close. "i believe we were just getting started."

tokischaaaa speaks: idk why but i jus like writing fluff now lol 🤭

[artdcnaldson]

looove the patrick’s sister au where art is super mean to her but hear me out im having thoughts and behaving in ways

im gonna emoji sign this if i may just in case you’d like to enable me

alt au where patricks sister is just super super mean and unapologetic like patrick. think sarah michelle gellar in cruel intentions kinda. like fully a bitch and she has a craaazy corruption kink with repressed art

like mayyybee patrick mentioned art wanting to save himself for marriage or smth like that to her and her brain goes brrrrrr i need to defile him… maybe everytime arts at their house she’ll like flirt with him unabashedly… suck on lollipops while looking him in the eye… rub her ass against him pretending to reach for things… and her just having so much fun when he gets all red and flustered and hard :(

idk just some thoughts

- 🐚 (if its available)

This made me need to take a walk. Had to crack open a cold Diet Coke to address this.

But yeah :(( art comes to stay with you and Patrick a lot for summers and holidays since, y’know, he can’t exactly stay at his grandmother’s nursing home.

You and Patrick have lived in the pool house forever— pool house is actually a stupid name for it. It’s a guest house, two full bedrooms, a kitchen, a living room, a whole loft upstairs. It’s obscene how fucking rich you two are.

And he gets so squirmy when he’s around you and Patrick, but even more when it’s just the two of you alone. He’s been staying up in the loft, pads down the stairs after a lazy, midday nap. And it’s just you on the couch, watching a movie. It’s dark, maybe he slept later than he thought he did.

“Where’s Pat?”

You shrug, pat the sofa beside you. He sits, but leaves an entire cushion between the two of you. “I think he’s fucking the neighbor. The one with the cute curly hair.” Art flushes, ducks his head. You smile, showing off pretty teeth. “Aw… I’m sorry, should I have said he’s making love to the neighbor?”

“Shut up,” he mutters. He’s pink to the tips of his ears.

It’s interesting, you think, that he told Patrick he’s saving himself. It’s sweet, very… admirable. But it’s such a fucking waste. He looks so yummy in his flannel pajama pants and grey tank top that shows off his muscles.

“So, you’re a virgin?” You ask, turning to face him. His eyes go wide before his face twists in annoyance. He splutters out weak— what did Pat say— That’s none of your business— you’re so out of line— but you interrupt. “No need to be shy about it, Art. I think it’s… very cute you want to wait until your wedding night. I’m sure you’ll have a really riveting time figuring out where it goes.”

“Shut up.” It’s the second time he’s said it that night. He really needs to work on his comebacks.

“I can give you a hint,” you say with a grin, scooting across the empty cushion until your knees touch. “There are two main holes down there, and it’s the one that gets all slick and wet when she’s turned on.” He clenches his jaw, looks away.

You laugh and sit back, only slightly. “Aren’t you going to thank me for the tip?”

He turns back, eyes narrowed. “You’re not very funny.”

“Was I joking?” You trail a finger up his arm, give him a crooked smile. “Really, Art, it’s sweet. Maybe I should’ve saved my virginity for a nicer boy instead of losing it in the golf cart shed at the country club.”

He stammers. “You— you could always—“ he can’t even meet your gaze, it’s too humiliating. The smug expression you wear pins him in place. “Start now. Promise to not have sex anymore, not until it’s with someone you love. It’s— it’s more special that way.”

You stick out your bottom lip. “You think I deserve special?” You ask softly. He shivers as your fingers trace swirls onto his chest. “That I need candles and rose petals and soft jazz music when someone stuffs me full of their cock?”

It’s too precious. Too good. His cheeks flame and he sits back. He stands suddenly, doesn’t even look at you as he marches back upstairs. You grin and listen to the sound of the shower turning on upstairs.

You wait until you hear the scrape of the shower curtain closing to pad upstairs and sit outside of the door. A smug grin spreads across your lips at the sound of him jerking off.

All whiny, poorly muffled moans, the slick sound of him beating his dick. All, ah! ah! ah! oh, fuck! god— fuck! You can tell when he cums based on how pitchy and whiny he gets, and the way you hear his head knock against the tile.

You fight the urge to let him know you heard, instead you slip back downstairs. When he comes down, you’ve switched the movie, act like you’d never left at all. You can see the guilt in his expression, like he knew he’d done something bad.

God, he’d be so easy.

[partycatty]

could you do one where Johnny is dating someone plus size and they feel insecure and johnnys all like “let me show you how beautiful your body is”

@crimsonbubble and i were just going apeshit over this last night, enjoy pookie 🫶

older!johnny cage > my goddess

warnings: uh. secks. worshippy. uh. thumbs up emoji.

notes: i will die on the hill that johnny pee pants is a lover of thick partners

[ masterlist ]

• are you dead-fucking-ass

• did you really just say you looked too fat in that dress.

• johnny looks at you like you insulted his entire bloodline, like you grew another head and ate it. cannot, for the life of him fathom that you just had the complete and utter gall to say that string of words together.

• johnny's mad, but not really at you. he's mad that your beauty isn't solidified in your head, like he didn't do a good enough job of reassuring you over the years.

• you pinch and pull at the chub spilling from your hips as the dress hugs your curves, turning to try and smooth down your back against the fabric. johnny, however, is taking every ounce of his strength to not pin you to the mirror and fuck you stupid.

• johnny spins you around by your shoulders, holding tight as his thumbs rub against your collarbones.

• "say all that again," his voice is darker than usual. "look me in the eyes and repeat all of that." his hands creep up to your cheeks, pressing into them gently.

• you try to downplay it all. "i just said i looked fat in th—" your voice is breaking out of shame, both for disappointing him and for feeling the way you do.

• johnny takes your words as his ticket to hike up your dress and grip the underside of your thighs in one smooth motion, picking you up with minimal effort and pinning you high against the floor to ceiling mirror. you're suspended in his grasp, mouth agape and flushed from his display of strength. he always joked that he went to the gym so he could pick you up with ease, and that felt truer than ever in the moment.

• he pushes his face into your panties, which are now eye-level to him. his nose presses in first, making contact with your now throbbing clit as his lips move against your clothed hole.

• "you are the most beautiful—" he tilts up to kiss your clit, making you jolt. "— gorgeous —" a kiss to your inner thigh. "— perfect —" he speaks through his teeth as he bites onto your panties, nudging them to the side to reveal your sticky cunt. his eyes focus on the way your pussy twitches and clenches around nothing, entranced for a good moment. "...what was i talking about?"

• you remind him of his trail of words, and he looks up at your flustered expression with a wide grin. you giggle shyly, turning into a choked moan when he puts your clit between his teeth through the smile. "right. my goddess. my prettiest girl."

• you know he means it, and you want to thank him for the compliment but he seems quite good at cutting you off, licking a fat stripe up your cunt to gather the accumulating arousal. you're already so turned on from being manhandled, you want to be embarrassed so bad but johnny wasn't having any of that.

• johnny couldn't decide if he wants to murmur praises or dive back in, instead combining the two as he speaks against your slick folds, the vibrations of his rumbly voice almost too much for you to handle.

• your thighs pathetically try to snap shut, to stop the onslaught of pleasure as he makes out with your pussy, but all they can do is squish against johnny's head, and he was quite alright with this. your thighs had to much to feel, to grab as they mold around his head. johnny wonders if he could just die here a happy man.

• "don't fight me," he begs weakly, lashes fluttering at you. "you taste so fucking good, doll."

• he looks back down at your cunt and the shine mixed with saliva and your fluid. he puffs a breath of cold air onto it just to make you whine.

• your hips chase his face, desperately wanting to grind against his nose which johnny happily provides, fucking you open on his tongue as your clit catches against his nose.

• if your legs could have given out, they would have by now, but johnny's firm grip on your plush thighs holds you up against the mirror, forcing you to take his mouth and everything he provides.

• your orgasm rides up on you as your hand flies down to tangle in his salt and pepper locks, tugging gently to tell him you're close. johnny chuckles and you arch against the mirror, where johnny takes the opportunity to latch his lips on your clit and suck with unending pressure.

• it was too much in one moment and you lurch forward, johnny's hands repositioning as you cum hard against his face. he moans into your cunt, letting you paint his face as it drips down his chin. his cock aches with need, but you come first — literally. you deserved it more than he did, in his mind, and truthfully he could cum from giving you head alone.

• as your orgasm shocks you in waves, you're torn back to reality when you notice johnny hasn't stopped sloppily lapping at you, in fact increasing his movements making you yelp and cry out in sensitivity. your whiny pleas and breathy cries do absolutely nothing to stop him as he tastes everything you give, and you cum again, embarrassingly quickly as it rides up on you out of a deep, deep part of your core.

• only when you pull him away by his hair does he stop, a dumb lovestruck grin on his weathered features as he proudly locks eyes, your arousal melting down his chin and completely covering the bottom half of his face.

• "you're so beautiful," he wistfully professes, his eyes soft and honest. "so, so beautiful."

• ten minutes prior, you would have protested, but now you knew better. that, and you were still pinned up to his mercy.

• "are you gonna let me down?" you ask with a sleepy grin, wiggling your hips against his hands. johnny smiles dumbly.

• "one more?" he asks, inching closer to your soaked pussy.

• "don't know if i can," your face burns.

• "you will," his voice is confident as it muffles into you. "i'll make sure of it."

• whatever event you guys had was promptly rescheduled...

[brittscafe]

𝐒𝐩𝐢𝐜𝐲 𝐁𝐚𝐳𝐳

Pairing: Bazz B x female reader.

Summary: Bazz B gets a hand massage from his girlfriend and decides to show her just how good he is with his fingers.

Request: Heyooooo! Hope you are doing well! Can I please get a scenario for my hot fire rooster, Bazz-B? I don’t see many T-T One where he could be angrily ranting to his girlfriend reader about something(I imagine it happens often lol), and while he does that, reader would sneakily start messing with his hands to calm him down and get him to stop? Like touching them, massaging them, removing his gloves, kissing his fingers and so on? Maybe starting cute/gentle and probably getting gradually sexy? He would try to stay mad cuz reader isn’t really listening to his looong ass rant but can’t. He would probably become a bit of a blushing mess because it would be sweet but a huge turn on for him. Could go into full blown sexy times, but that’s up to you ;) Just had the random thought the other day since he always claims to be good with his fingers lmao. So I would love to see what you come up with if you feel up for it. Thanks and love your work! P.S: I really like this whole anon emoji thing so can I claim either ❤️‍🔥 or 🔥? Cuz expect to hear from me often….. if it’s not a problem. 😅

A/n: Omggg heyy <3 Feel free to claim ❤️‍🔥 I honestly think Bazz is sooo hot, it's insane.

Content: Smut, Bazz B being a little bit of a hothead, fingering, cursing.

Ko-fi link (anything is appreciated <3)

The bedroom door slams open and you perk your head up. Your boyfriend, Bazz B comes marching into the room. His fists are clenched and his nostrils are flared.

"That stupid idiot! You know, sometimes I wonder just how they could be so insanely stupid!" Bazz scoffs out, shaking his head in denial.

"Awww, tell me more," you encourage him and he continues onto his long rant. He's spewing out words, left and right, but they go through right your eardrums.

Your eyes glance down at his gloved hands, clenched at his side and you reach out.

"Oh...uh huh," you nod your head, grabbing onto his hands and starting to massage them. Bazz doesn't even notice as he angrily rants on, his voice filling the room.

"Hey...you're not even listening," he speaks sternly, catching your attention. You gaze up at him, slowly taking off his gloves and tossing them aside.

"No, I am. Keep on going," you assure him, shooting him a sly smile.

He lets out a tiny sigh and cocks an eyebrow, pondering for a minute before going back to his rant. You bring his hands up to your lips and shower them in soft kisses.

Bazz stops in the middle of his sentence, stuttering as his cheeks turn a slight pink.

"Hey, what are you doing?" he asks, glaring down at you. You shrug your shoulders.

"Nothing," you reply innocently.

"Well...I just thought you could show me how good you are with your fingers since you claim to be, but oh well," you tease him, letting out a tiny, playful sigh.

Bazz's whole expression changes from hearing your words. A grin tugs along his face and he lets out a chuckle that sends a shiver down your spine.

"Yeah? Does somebody want me to show them how good I am with my fingers and how good I can make them feel?" Bazz asks, his voice low and raspy.

Your heart thuds against your chest and you nod your head. Bazz wastes no time, tugging down your pants and underwear. His fingers wrap around your underwear, gazing at the large wet spot on them.

He lets out a tiny chuckle and tosses them aside. "Look at that, pretty girl. You're so wet for me already, aren't you?" he asks, his voice deep and sending a chill down your spine.

He places his pointer finger on your clit and you inhale sharply. Even the slightest touch has got you jumping. Bazz takes notice of your reaction and replaces his pointer finger with his thumb, rubbing your clit.

You wrap your fingers around the bedsheets squeezing them as pleasure starts to tingle your body. Bazz smirks and a gleam overtakes his eyes.

"Somebody's very sensitive," he teases you, fingers brushing against your wet folds.

"Stop teasing me," you breathe out, almost begging him. The look inside of Bazz's eyes changes and they darken in a way. The room becomes hot and heavy as he slowly slides two fingers inside of you, earning a quiet gasp from you.

The pads of his fingers tap against that plush spot inside of you and grabs onto your hip with his other hand. His hand is pushing your body into the plush bed as his fingers work on building up the pleasure inside of you.

"That feels really good," you comment, spreading your thighs wider to feel more of his fingers.

"Yeah, baby?" Bazz asks you, inserting a third finger inside of you. You clench around his fingers, moans leaving your mouth as his fingers dance along your g-spot.

"Yes," you whimper out, heart beat speeding up and a knot twisting inside of your gut. The way his fingers prod right up against your spot makes your eyes roll into the back of your head.

Bazz's eyes gaze over your face, pleasure written all over it. He loves the way his fingers can make you feel and how pretty your moans are for him.

The pleasure starts building up inside of you as his thick fingers slide in and out of you. Wet squelches fill the room along with your heavy breathing, moans, and whines.

"Are you gonna be a good girl for me, baby?" Bazz asks, grabbing onto your jaw and forces you to look up at him. Your eyes are welling up with tears, so immense from the pleasure.

"Yes, p-please Bazz," you beg him, feeling your climax coming on. He speeds up the pace of his fingers and your jaw falls open, loud moans leaving it.

The room becomes filled with lewd sounds of moans, wetness, and high pitched whines as you cum onto Bazz's fingers. He feels the warm liquid spill onto his thick fingers, leaving his fingers inside of you as you come down from your high.

You pant heavily as tears slide down the side of your face, happy ones of course. Bazz's fingers press into your jaw and he slowly slides his cum covered fingers out from your pussy.

"God, you sound so pretty when you cum for me," he chuckles out with a deep voice, dipping his head down towards yours and kissing you roughly.

Your pussy is throbbing still, a reminder of how good Bazz is with his fingers.

[lovediives]

eyeballs emoji for um EVERYONEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!

nat.

well. i guess this is gonna be a TWO PARTER THAT ILL HAVE TO RB TO SPLIT UP!!

i love fanservice. genuinely but only if its a man who is old. LIKE GENUINELY WHAT IS THE POINT OF HIM BEING SHIRTLESS? (its for me)

guys dont judge me for being insane. but the game literally rewired my brain and the way he looks here. well okay. shut up. maybe im the problem. but like hes so scrunkly. cute. i want him. here

nao better then me. i would have pulled down his pants and showed him a real your turn to sh- sorry.

the way he looks here is just genuinely so pretty. like i wanna kiss him so BADDDD I HATEE HIM SO MUCCHHH. LIKE THE LOOK OF SURPRISE. THE WAY THE LIGHT SHINES ON HIS FACE. i wish i was immune to men with pretty lashes.

oomfie you know i dont have much to work here. but do you remember when i was in call watching this scene and it made me look gay as fuck? this is why this screenshot is here. reminds me just of that.

dont look at me. i dont. i dont know what to say. like i hate how stupid his grin is like hes so smug about it to. like do you have any common decency. aieeeee

BYE THIS IS SO FUNNY. strangely enough he does not make me wanna kick him like a puppy. i think he genuinely looks very sweet here and i like to drink tea with him and smile :)

this post is getting so long. but know that when i saw THIS i knew that was bae. this was pookie and she was going to stick around for a LONG LONG TIME (shes still holding on STRONG) god i love how he hair makes it looks like tails. the way she holds herself. everything about it. A MOTHERS SLAY!!!!!

tweaks. you just had to be here. when i see this. its like the angels above came down above to tell me that i deserve nothing but joy and happiness LIKE WIFEY WANTED TO SEE ME AND WAVE AT ME!!!!!! i lauve u princess i lauveeee u. shes so cute here. i wanna twirl my fingers in her hair and giggle and laugh with her. and then she picks me up and (woah lets pump the breaks there)

you IDIOT FOX!!!!!!!!!!!!!! YOU ARE GOING TO FALL IN THE WATER. but youre so cute about it like what you trying to impress me or smth <3 cause its working. like eek a boat ride with him could save my life. his little quote that comes after it. like he knows what hes doing and he knows its working.

i say this from the bottom of my heart. if they gave him top surgery scars here and confirmed him to be trans. he'd be top there. something about him is so f/o core and gender at the same time. like hes so cute. plus he looks like kaira. which makes him a bit hotter.

this is where the clones would go but theres four of them SO WE'LL ADD THEM AT PART TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

i know i posted this already but dear lord this is literally rotting my brain in real time. i unironically need him.

the pose here is just funny. like let it go old man. youre no longer hip with the kids. (but i love how smug he looks here like what the fuck is wrong with you <3 youre about to LOSE)

NO COMMENT NO COMMENT NO COMMENT NO COMMENT NO COMMENT this blog is for EVERYOEN (18 and up only) but i am FUCKING CRAZY!!!!!!!!!!!

the little wave here is really cute.. eek. ignore the blood and the knife. but it makes him so playful and funny. like can we frolic in the fields my love

Bro TAG ME IN!!!!!! TAG ME IN!!!!!!!!!! when i was born i did not ever think i would ever wish i was a key. and yet HERE THE FUCK WE ARE!! she looks so cute here and its so weird. i love her tired little eyes and fucked up smile.

i think im at a point where i just am tweaking but idk hes kinda hot. like do you guys see what i see? no? can you lie and agree with me anyway?

THIS LONG ASS POST........ IS ABOUT TO GET LONGER IN PART TWO!!!!!!!!!!!! HOPE TO SEE YOU SOON OOMFIES!!!!!!!!!!

[procrazedfan]

Social Media Trends

Casper pouted his lower lip as he stared at the lens of the camera of his EyePhone until he heard that familiar shutter sound. Facefriends, Twitler, and Dethstagram had been the best thing in his life. Especially during the boring days when he had nothing to do but listen to his brothers and sisters play the same Disney movie over and over again in the house. There were only so many times he could watch the same crap about a princess singing about how much she wanted something “more” or whatever the fuck that meant.

Seeing either his mother or stepmother was a rarity on a good day, and when they were both home, they were far too occupied with one another to even pay attention half the time. Which meant all the squabbles, all the repetition, all the stupid questions from the other kids had to go to him.

He hated being the oldest.

At least the nannies were there to deal with worst of it most of the time.

He posted his latest pic to his account and smiled idly as he watched the hearts, thumbs up, and ghost emojis fly across his small screen.

It was nice to be acknowledged for once.

Sure having some famous parents had gotten him a bit of cred in the past, but he was getting older now, and the way he saw it, it was his turn to be in the spotlight. After all, if both his parents were gods in the music world, it was only fitting that he would eventually take center stage, right? Practically written in the sta-

00jellysea00 - u aint shit bitch ass yt boi

Who... the actual... fuck...posted that on his profile page?

He quickly clicked on the Twitler profile on her phone and scanned her profile pics. Once he had the information he needed, he rolled his eyes. Great, another annoying American thinking they owned the music world because their stepdaddy ran a label.

Not willing to engage with the irony of his own analysis, he simply typed his reply in the comments and sent it.

N0tAGh0st – aww... some1 jealous, kælling?

He smiled to himself at his clever insult before he got an instant reply.

00jellysea00 – Mad your daddie didnt buy u better musical talent?

His smile turned back into a frown.

This fucking...

He typed his reply in a fury.

N0tAGh0st – Y? Daddy buy urs?

He must have struck a nerve because her reply was instant...and possibly flew in the face of every term and condition for that brand of social media.

00jellysea00 – u muthafuckin pastyass privlegedass crustyass stupidass

The diatribe was at least several tweets long.

Theoretically, he could block 00jellysea00. It wasn’t like talking to her did him any favors.

Then he spotted the hundreds of retweets, and the thousands of emojis attached to the comments. In the space of just minutes there was already two fanbases at eachother’s throats.

His grin returned.

If it kept going like this, they could be trending at number one within the hour over this little “Twitler beef.”

He sent a private message to this...Jalacy? Huh, interesting choice of stage name.

N0tAGh0st – Just avoid commenting on my weight and I can see to us both trending on this little war. - For @sichore and @chordsykat

[fiyaerrigan]

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👨‍👧 (Postcanon Kid!fic)

@sherlockismarvelous9-1-1

I love this fic, and the anxiety/stubbornness I have over wanting to make it fit ambiguously in "canon" (i.e. an "[x] years later" post-show epilogue) is killing me! I have the direction I want the characters to go sussed out, but my brain keeps nitpicking stupid stuff like "what if Buck doesn't live in his loft when all is said and done?" which then (ofc) spirals into a whole other tangent from hell. TL;DR, this fic kicks my ass but I am so attached to the idea of Buck coming from a place where he's had all the (questionable canon) development he can get, and then using said development to raise a kid best he can that I refuse to let it go.

Anyways, say hello to Bethany!

He finally spots her near one of the giant planters, right on the edge where there’s just enough room to sit. She’s all statue-like—eerie still apart from where she grips her lunch in fists. It almost makes something in Buck halt to an eerie stop, too—Only Buck can’t afford to freeze up now. “Hey!” he says, plopping down next to her with a grin. “D'you, uh, wanna go find a table?” Bethany’s head snaps over to him with her trademark glare that could level mountains, and the paper bag is clenched just a liiiittle bit more. Buck wouldn't be surprised if she's imagining twisting his neck in her tiny seventh-grade hands. Nor would he blame her for it. Her glare abruptly hardens, though, and suddenly the objects of Bethany’s paper-bag wrath are crystal clear. Glitter Yogis One and Two are pretty damn loud where all the other kids are eating, practically cackling from their spot beside the little shits who made fun of Bethany earlier in the day. The ones Bethany called her friends. “Why don't you go sit with Madison and Chloe and their stupid moms?” Bethany says through grit teeth. “At least they’d actually want you around.” They don't want me around, Buck hears instead of the thinly-veiled insult—her poor attempt at saying, you're not wanted here, like Buck hasn't heard anything else from her  in the past few months. Like it has any chance at keeping Buck away.

For some reason, squeezing anything out re: this has been hell on earth for me? I hope this itty bit was, like, maybe nice to read and possibly a good primer for the tone I want to set for the rest of the fic, which I should say now is more vibes than plot lol... More than that, I hope you like what little I wrote of Bethany! She's a good kid, I swear!

If you want to be put on a tag list for this fic, let me know by dropping a like! Always happy to hear any thoughts people might have, including constructive criticism or whatever! If you want to say anything, use the reply box to your heart's content <3

[jrueships]

JIMMY BUTLER/anyone lol

OMG JAMNY!!!!!!!!!1!1!1!!

' I wish I could have got it done for these guys because they definitely deserve it. '

Kyle checks his phone, not his professional one, his Personal phone. Jimmy doesn't have to give a forcible and feign glance of innocence that just so happens to be sent that way, at that time, to know.

A little intake of breath, a small noise that oozed all that domestic slop Butler despised, instead of an annoyed silence because Kyle was too focused on rolling his eyes at an email regarding some form of business, readying his middle finger banded by a ring to flip off the phone with no eyes. A little moment for DeMar DeRozan.

It's a brief wheeze which leaves the lungs as quick as it was reactively formed, but not brief enough to slip 22's painfully acute mind. He blames it on the Yoga sharpening his senses instead of the innate psychological gruel that continually sludged from one side of his inflammatory skull to another. DeMar didn't even make a big post about it, didn't spend hours carefully perfecting the photos he would apply enmasse, what their meaning would signify to others, and even when he did opt for that sort of show in the past, its existence would never survive his sporadic extinction of the gallery. It was probably some of the laziest shows of intimacy ever, just texting. Jimmy could securely bet half of his salary that no emojis were used and win. You have to be one drab son of a bitch to not use emojis like they were a second form of online oxygen, and DeMar was exactly that kind of black and white boring.

And yet, he continues to succeed in his menial half-assed attempts at taking Kyle's time. It's like the guy spends all his miserable life lounging on the couch in that sad little depressive fit of his, limply holding a phone's black screen in one hand and an iPad in another as it's tuned in to a live viewing of The Heat's interview from a reporter watching in the crowd. It's like he times the texts irritatingly perfect, doesn't sit and wait, LAYS and waits.. lounges. While Jimmy sweats under the spotlight, poked and prodded not by pens anymore, but stupid phones and stupid microphones and stupid cameras and stupid DeMar watching from the stupid phones and microphones and cameras.

It was so fucking stupid.

The fact that Lowry took a moment to smile that stupid ruddy grin of his that lured those that don't know into a false sense of cheer rather than sardonic ploy.. during the depressing last note of the season.. all because of -

During an INTERVIEW?

HIS interview?

Kyle's permanent annoyance leading to antics with the media were usually the highlights from a tiresome day, the rude and ruder pair amping up their airtime. But today, Jimmy wasn't in on the fun. He saw no reason to. It was

So

Fucking

Stupid.

They just lost the Finals.

They just lost the Finals and now Jimmy, their supposed follow by example leader who relied on the simple practice of consistent excellency, is locked in a private jet's disgustingly spacious bathroom.. battling his demons. No better than a girl on her period wondering why everyone was being so rude to her only to realize red looking down and all a sudden her feelings meant absolutely zip in the moment, nullified by the cons of her biology.

The only reason why (the only advantage that mattered in the moment) Kyle went with Jimmy was due to playoff professionalism. Unlike DeMar, Jimmy had the awe-inspiring ability to turn all emotions on outside appearance aloof, merely battling through the motions like an impersonal assassin only here for the buck of the bid. Unlike DeMar

Jimmy wasn't human.

Yet here he sits, reminded that he was.

Defeated.

The points he scored hang above him, more than a number. The points he scored chant and dance mind-gratingly within reach while the ones he truly desires are locked just a little too high above it. The points he scored become the back of a man.

"Was it worth it?"

A forest green 21 asks.

... "Fuck are you doing here, Holiday."

The jersey ripples the name like a white flag as the scapulas flex and extend the fabric across. Yet who was the one really defeated here.

His smaller adversary of innocent delight grins and almost floats, puffing out his angular cheeks and pushing atop the automatic hand dryer with his hands. Illogically, he perches on the spotless object and dangles his legs, careless to the scenario and the physics that follow.

"You think I WANNA be here, Jimmy? It reeks like toxic waste, and you've got the cover on as some sort of miserable makeshift porcelain throne, so even biological movements can't answer to that mystery!"

Jrue laughs, announcing every aha in the high giggle, kicking his feet along to the obnoxious rhythm. Jimmy jumped to feet to drown out the noise and the piss-poor 'jokes' the other valued so dearly to his person, shoving the cover of the toilet hard enough to lopside it on its way up.

"Get out."

Jrue just twirls a braid, bouncing his head a bit side to side, bandana tufts following as flouncy as a chickadee.

"You showed them playoff jimmy, but you didn't promise them Finals Jimmy, that's for sure."

Another ahaha chuckle at his own two-cent joke shoved in as cash for the ATM machine (which is stupid in and of itself for being called the ATM machine when the m literally stands for machine.). Jimmy rears his head, thrashes it with violent matches to whichever side of his lip curls first. He rushes forward, propelled by hatred and puppeted by scorn, sinks a heavy hand against the wall -- nearly missing Jrue's sweaty neck.

To Jimmy's snarl turned smile, he saw the Point Guard shake. Just a bit. His entire being subconsciously rocked by some warning to survival. That's right. That's the placate his point guards deserved to belong, waiting and admiring him and his sheer inhumane monstrosity -- cold and unfeeling.

Which is exactly why he's panting from exerted desperation right now, heart running ragged nervous over overtime and head ringing and-

he's just So unfeeling

he's wet at the eyes from it.

"The only way you can get them to love you is.. by acting like this? And you're sure you want that?"

Holiday shifts so his neck slopes and his jawline thinly shows, sleek in shadow. Although his face is angled, thanks to a slight lazy eye, he's still giving Jimmy that entirely unbothered lazy lidded look.

"Want this?"

Butler lowered his gaze, pushing them head-to-head ( and Butler Never backs down from a head-to-head. ) until Jrue's scalp hit the wall. Sliding from forehead to temple, fevered lips kept refreshed by revenge hiss close enough to waver the nerves inhabiting ear.

"You don't know Shit about what I want, Jrue."

The trembling he felt this time wasn't from fear, and the tiny nose fumbling out that throat wasn't some awarded whimper of servitude, but

ahaha. aha.

Jrue threw his head back and laughed, then laughed even harder after bashfully rubbing it with a little 'oop-' from it thumping against the wall. The hoods hanging dangerously half over whites thin upwards until obsolete, utterly aghast. Maybe even a tad indignant. Jimmy's nostrils flare, following the surprised rage from the rest of his beautiful features.

Jrue just laughs even more at sight.

"I know that was a bad game on your part, I know that! I know about to retire Lowry and surprisingly young Bam had to help way more than you ever did. I know you shouldn't have taken that shot. But I know you did, because you didn't want to, but they-"

The indent in the wall trails horizontal as he scrapes the rupture even farther to the left, spraying formidable losses off the side. Butler heaves, sighs, sobs, cries

his shoulders sag, swallowing the tension he didn't realize he was showering under only to throw it all back up again. A knock, the lower end of a painfully sad series, finally ruptures through the fog choking his psyche.

Jimmy rips the handle to full-force before splashing his face with the water, not caring that half of it fell out of the sink, soaking everything besides the target on necessary cooldown.

The door slides open like paper tearing, Bam's hand caught in the tilted motion. He barely has time to straighten a wrist as Jimmy shoves his way past.

Adebayo's mouth moves, but Lowry's beats him thanks to more experience.

"THE HELL WAS ALL THAT FOR, JIMMY??

You seriously wanna get fined after the Finals!?Fuck! Who you fighting in there anyways, shit?! What the Fuck is WRONG with you--"

Jimmy gives the smaller point guard, no longer his, perhaps never was, a look harsh enough to wilt the old blue orchid clenched in his hands -- too delicate to keep along with his luggage for the flight.

"Nothing any of you should know."

As Kyle continued to argue with a wall, Bam snuck a side-ways stare into the dark room Jimmy's been banging in. No Rachel Nichols..

No-

Nothing.

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Feels Like Home

(BSF!Nick x BSF!Reader)

(also has BSF!Chris and BSF!Matt)

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you're head tilted back in laughter. the joke nick had cracked wasn't even particularly funny, but you laughed anyway. just the way he had said it made the corner of your eye's crinkle and a laugh to escape from your lips. you two had been hanging out in his room, the late night hours getting to you both. it was at a certain time of night where just about everything was hilarious.

you grabbed your side, wheezing from the laughter which bellowed throughout his room. this caused nick to laugh, which meant that you laughed even more. laughing at nick's laugh just as he laughed at your's. you couldn't help it. you both found everything to be so amusing.

while rolling side to side on his bed, your laughs never stopping, nick’s phone chimed. signaling that he got a notification from his messaging app. you looked over at him, your smile fading at you watched him scowl.

“i just got a message from a group chat with my brother's and i. matt texted and said to shut the fuck up,” he looked back down to his phone. “chris just put the 100 emoji as a reaction to matt's message,” nick added with an eye roll.

you rolled your eyes as nick explained why the mood was ruined. you two were simply having a good time, enjoying yourselves. you were constantly busy editing and reviewing things for your brand website and products, seeing as you were about to launch everything for the first time. you weren't always available to hang out with the triplets like you used to be.

they weren't as free as they used to be either. nick's space camp was taking off, chris’s fresh love was going well, matt's yesterday's problem project was being worked on, as well as their group brand lets trip. they were also pretty busy with their youtube schedule. they were trying to find a happy medium in all of their plans for their careers, and so we're you.

you and nick had finally had a moment on both of your agendas where you could hang out. just like things were before you all got so busy. so for chris and matt to be so salty about you and nick making “so much” noise at such a late hour, was really heartbreaking in a way.

“tell them to fuck off or join us up here,” you suggested, gesturing to nick’s phone that he was still holding. “but tell them to quit being so salty. it feels like forever since i've hung out with you guys. i can't help it if i'm being too loud or rowdy or whatever else. i missed you, and i guess i missed the other boys too,” you said with a playful grin.

“i'll tell them to get their asses down here and join the mother fucking party,” nick said with a proud smile. he sent the message and shut off his phone, turning to you with a stupid smirk still on his face. “we should do something to prank them when they finally decide to join us,” nick suggested.

you looked at him with a raised eyebrow, a silent question to his proposal. “what exactly do you have in mind, nicolas?” he shrugged, smile never leaving his lips. “i don't know, we could always hide, then jump out and scare them,” he paused before gasping suddenly. “oh! we should act like we are possessed, scaring the shit out of them. chris is a pussy, ah, i mean a chicken - sorry women power,” nick said with a sheepish smile, holding one of his fists up.

you laughed and shook your head. “let's just turn off the lights, hide somewhere, wait for them to get down here, then jump out and scare them,” you say, getting up from your spot on his bed. you make your side of the bed, locking eyes with nick and gesturing for him to do the same. without hesitation, he begins to make his side. as you are both finishing up making his bed, you hear footsteps as well as matt and chris's voices still complaining.

you quickly grab the led light remote and shut it off. you run over to nick, grab his hand, and make him walk with you to his door, pressing yourselves up against the wall. you're both positioned in a spot against the wall where the door will open up, covering you two. nick's door swings open, the light switch getting flicked on.

“where the fuck are they?” matt asks, annoyance very clear in his voice. “i thought they both wanted us to here to hang out or some shit like that,” chris added. he was obviously fed up as well. you grabbed nick’s hand, squeezing gently and pushing him to the side. he stumbled slightly, his knee hitting the door. you both jumped away from the door, shouting pitifully.

when you looked up, chris and matt's facial expressions seemed very unamused. you couldn't hide your smile, a laugh finding it's way past your lips. you doubled over slightly, your laughs never ceasing. nick stood beside you, slapping his thigh repeatedly while also laughing. your and nick's laughter caused matt and chris to also start laughing.

in this moment, everything felt the way it did before. before life became busy. before life became life. everything in the world felt okay again. everything in life felt okay again. all because you were laughing and hanging out with your three best friends again.

[soft-fizzy-cake]

Ah im so soft for P/iers rn ;;;

[bexalizard-art]

Bad Icon Redraws for @morghn and @xxxspacexxx   XD

[oracleofapollon]

tasm!peter with dialogue “You look so stupid.” / “Well, that was the idea since I dressed as you.” and scenario corn maze

join my celebration ♡

thank you!! i haven't written for pete in so long, it's always a pleasure :)

You've been planning it for a month. Ever since you saw that Spider-Man merch in a random store you walked into.

Of course clothes inspired by your heroic boyfriend are a very common thing in NYC – everybody wants to show their love and support for the masked vigilante. You certainly aren't a stranger to Spider-Man Halloween costumes, but this? This was the worst thing you've ever seen. You love it.

You were looking for a new pair of sweatpants – nothing extravagant, some cheap ones you could wear at home. So when you saw a blue pair with a red spider on the backside? You grabbed them immediately. And when you were going to go pay for them you saw it.

It was a t-shirt on sale. Black with big red letters saying Spider, but with 3 legs and a bunch of suggestive winking emojis floating around. 

You laughed hard. Hard.

(One lady almost made you leave).

And now here you are, looking for Peter in the corn maze. Even though you two have been living together for almost six months, you made him leave before you so he didn't see your "surprise". 

"Oh? Surprise?" he asked in a teasing tone when you told him about your plans. "In public, though, babe?" A lopsided smile adorned his pretty face and that made your knees buckle a bit. Even after all this time, his flirting made you weak.

"Shut up." 

So now you are so giddy to see his handsome face and the expression he's going to wear once he sees you outfit and how he's–

"Boo," a warm puff of air lingers on your right ear and neck making you jump with a startled gasp.

Turning around you face your ridiculously hot and (extremely annoying) boy smiling with the most devilish grin on his pretty face.

"Peter! Jesus Chr– are you trying to kill me? Give me a heart attack? Is there a single thought behind those eyes?" Despite your scolding voice your eyes were full of love, just like every time you look at Peter Parker. And he notices, pecking you quickly.

"Sorry, babe," he murmurs while wrapping a strong arm around your waist. "Saw your god-awful pants and needed to punish you."

"God-awful? They're inspired by your suit," you whisper, making sure no one else was around.

"I don't remember having a spider on my ass though?" Acting slightly offended he grabs your hand and intertwines your fingers. "Is that your surprise?" he asks, starting to guide you towards the path in front of you, swinging your hands between the both of you.

"No! Baby, you've seen nothing yet."

Peter faces you and raises a suspicious eyebrow. You just simply unzip your jacket, standing still.

You can feel your boyfriend's scrutinizing gaze on your revealed top as you search his face for even the slightest reaction.

A second, two seconds…

And then he bursts into the loudest laugh you've heard in a while.

Tiny wrinkles frame his honey eyes, mirth twinkling in them. Nose scrunched up, corners of his mouth brought so high you think they might graze his ears any moment. And the sound of him? Boyish giggles, sudden gasps of air. He laughs so hard he becomes silent for a second, not being able to take a breath. 

And you can't help but laugh along with your boy, share this moment of silliness in the most ridiculous setting you could've come up with.

"You- you look so stupid." He struggles to mutter the words, but they're full of affection and love and fondness he holds only for you.

He looks so young like this, you think. With glassy eyes and reddened cheeks and toothy smile. His reaction is worth everything – your money, dignity, effort.

"Well, that was the idea. Since I dressed as you." Your sarcastic words could not be even a bit convincing as you were beaming like crazy, joy filling every tiny vein in your body.

Your boy shook his head at you. "I cannot with you, Casanova."

"Right. Kiss?" 

His lips are soft on yours, meeting each other in a chaste kiss.

"How about we get outta here and you tell me more about my- what was it? Three le-?"

You shut him up with another kiss.

[beauleifu]

MAKE SYNTAX THE FLIRTY MF WHO USES STUPID PIKC UO LINES THAT JUST END UO MAKING THE READER LAUGH— amd then he’s jsut mesmerized by the fact that he made them laugh that he actually ends up flustering them by just being a love struck idiot

I’m a sucker for that kind of troupe it’s so cute

-🦈

BRO YES

I LOVE THIS IDEA OML

Roughly 2.7k oneshot, EAT UP MATES, little sharky anon yes i will remember that emoji lmao

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SYNTAX X READER

Lego Monkie Kid

Context: This damn spider. You let him in your house. He finds your weakness. You let him torture you and funny, it's with anything but pain. He's not going to let you live this down, not for a long time. Lo and behold, it's bittersweet chaos and you won't be the same for awhile.

TW: Syntax hauls your ass up lover's lane (just some flirtatious banter), oh and there's language

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Today should've been any normal day.

Should being the operative word here, because any day with a spider demon is never really 'normal'.

You're currently scrapbooking, attempting to plan out your month before the stress of future events gets to you. The idea is a foreign concept; ever since one of your friends mentioned how useful their monthly planner has been to them, you'd decided to try it out. So far, you've gotten properly distracted with doodles and not much with progress.

The soft glow outside is a warm reminder of the sun sinking slowly beyond the city buildings scattered on the west side of Megapolis, casting a pretty sheen across your desk and journal.

You look up for the third time, and by now you're hardly surprised at the scene before you.

Syntax is looking at you strangely, and frankly, it's a little auspicious.

No, like seriously weird. It's not his off-the-rocker normal attitude, no, he's on a different level today. This includes awkward side glances, excited 'lil grins, and hands that won't stop moving. They're in his hair, tapping away on the counter, or entering pointless codes into his tech-watch. A few times you'd even caught him blushing.

You know something is up, yes. Detective little you.

Currently, he's in the kitchen, stashing away the latest groceries you'd went shopping for. Perhaps throwing together a devious plan that confirms your suspicions regarding his behavior.

He says your name.

You look up, expression a perfect picture of one who'd been caught doing something naughty.

Like assuming their partner is up to something along the same lines.

"Y-Yeah? What's up?" You ask, masking the nerves by redirecting your attention to the scrapbook journal. The spider demon shuts the fridge, walking around the kitchen to stand a little ways from you.

"Would you like to make a dinner reservation for tonight?" Syntax hums, eyeing you curiously.

The way he speaks has your fingers curling tighter around the pen in your hand.

Dinner?

Sure, the notion is innocent enough, but you're playing detective right now, aren't you?

So why?

Frowning, you collect the torn shreds of a sheet of paper that you hadn't even realized you'd mutilated and toss them in the little trashcan partnering your leg. "Um. What's the occasion?"

"Occasion? Love, I simply want to enjoy a meal with you in a more professional atmosphere," Syntax offers, tilting his head.

You squint at him. "Uh-huh. What's wrong with take-out?"

Hints of your suspicion finally seep through the cracks. Syntax cocks a brow, matching your slight frown as he steps closer. His movements are small, but have a deep and prologue effect on your nerves as he plants one hand on the desk and stuffs the other in his pocket. It's those simple gestures that get you thinking he's trying to convey something to you. Fighting control over your heart, you look up and lock eyes with the spider demon.

"Take-out? Really, darling," Syntax says, sighing. Warm breath fans your face and suddenly, your cheeks grow hot. "A little bit more of that and you'll have to visit a dietitian for a healthier diet recommendation. What I want is a little variety."

Ah, well, do you feel stupid now. The walls are laughing at the way you'd jumped to a miserable conclusion and won't give the kick your thoughts need to function.

Detective? Nah.

Sherlock is rolling in his grave at your antics.

Tugging at the strings of embarrassment tying in knots around your heart, you clear your throat. "Uh. Yeah, okay. Sounds good."

Syntax blinks. "Really. That fast?"

"You'd just be an asshole if I refused," you deadpan.

The spider demon chuckles, leaning back. "Well, consider me relieved. And, ah . . . should I hope to see a bit more of this submissive behavior further on?" He ads mischievously.

You stare.

SUSPICIOUS.

"No!" You cry, swatting his shoulder and standing up so fast you almost knock the journal from the desk. "Where did that come from??"

"Why? Does it get you riled up?"

"Fuck you, that's why!"

Syntax is grinning like an idiot as you drag him outside. No. He has not won this. You'll fight till you die.

Detective (Y/N) is coming for revenge, yessir.

***

"Noooo, please stop talking!" You gasp, thumping your forehead on the table separating you and your lover. "This isn't fair. You can be an asshole but you can't be a bully!"

Syntax chuckles in disbelief. "I'm not a bully! I was simply giving sage advice on your conversational tactics."

Oh, he'd better be joking.

"Telling me I act like a child trying to socialize with millennials isn't my idea of sage advice!"

A hand finds your arm and gently brushes the sleeve back. Fingers dance along your bare skin, and you fight a shiver crawling up your spine as Syntax hums. "Well, if not that, then you've got a dastardly reputation for gossip going haywire. Replying to news about the loss of a family pet with, 'oh, yeah, that's nice,' doesn't exactly qualify as good conversation material."

Your defense flares up like a trapped animal, but you manage a sarcastic laugh at the absurdity of the situation. "It's not my fault. Sometimes I don't understand but I hate having to ask people to repeat themselves! I would've said something better had I known."

Syntax props his chin on folded hands, amused. "Like what?"

"I dunno, 'I'm sorry for your loss' . . . 'you wanna new pet because you should totally take advantage of the way I use my money right now'," you joke.

Your partner notices the eye roll and snorts; "Mind you, I am not the reason you've been spending money unwisely."

"Are too. I'm a sucker for spoiling assholes."

He smirks at that, seemingly content to just study your features. His eyes follow your jawline, down to the shirt you'd decided to wear today, full of soft curiosity. As though going through all the possible interactions he could have, all the ones he'd want to have. And then, he picks one.

"Well… I think it's adorable."

You glance up, having been staring at the table for a full minute. Syntax smiles lazily as you frown. "Uh-huh. Liar."

Adorable your ass.

The spider demon's expression is alight with excitement. This is what's been nagging at him all day. This is the result of his hair-pulling, blushing mess of a self back home.

"Love, I promise honesty is my best virtue . . . for the time being," he ads, catching your expression. Then, he clears his throat and tries again, his anxiety revealed only by the way he hides his hands. Everything else is soft smiles and smug eyes. "I would never lie to you. It would put a frown to your lovely features, and I'm afraid I can't allow that."

You quirk an eyebrow, heart skipping a beat. Just to spite him, you frown deeply. "Like you're doing a good job of that."

"Hmm. Then tell me, what's your love language?"

"W-What?"

You lean back in your seat, looking around wildly in case anyone heard your idiot. Truth be told, the restaurant he'd taken you to is so full of customers you can hardly hear the family at the table behind yours. So Syntax is playing it smart. His little scheme must not be heard by anyone's ears but yours, and where better to host it than at the busiest restaurant in the city?

Slowly, you feel your cheeks heat up. Fuck him. Royally fuck him.

"I-I don't have a love language," you stutter, looking away and fighting a smile.

Syntax's grin is shark-toothed. "Well, if you're curious to find out your love language, we can have a conversation about it some time."

Ah.

You promptly die.

"Noho, stop! This is so much worse than your assholeriness!"

Your flustered cry certainly brought about some attention to your predicament, given the few waiters and waitresses who glance your way. But they pass by without comment, leaving you to the mercy of your idiot, who's actively confirming what you'd suspected earlier in the day.

"I see," Syntax says thoughtfully, eyes narrowed as he considers which path to take He smirks; "Do you prefer pick-up lines, then?"

You bluster a laugh. "Wha- no. Don't you dare."

"Too late. I've been meaning to try a few that I dug up from the internet," Syntax continues, ignoring your whisper/yelled pleas, eyes flashing with excitement.

"Syntax-"

He looks you up and down. "I swear, someone stole the stars from the sky and put them in your eyes."

Oh lord.

You clap a hand over your mouth, trying to suppress the laugh clawing its way upwards. The blush, however, is something you can't hide.

"Bro-"

"You know, I'm surprised the restaurant hasn't asked you to leave yet," the scientist says, eyes sparkling. "You're so beautiful, you're making everyone else look bad."

You cover your face. "NO. That is SO CHEESY."

"Well, you hit the mark. Aren't pick-up lines supposed to be cheesy?"

"You can't do this!" You snort, face breaking into a smile.

He catches it, copies it with amplified intensity, and launches another attack. "I never knew what I wanted in a partner until I me you, love."

"Syntaaaax-"

"I was thinking, after we'd finished here, I'd take you to the movies, but they don't let you bring in your own snacks," Syntax says, voice laced with fondness and pride. His shark-toothed grin widens impeccably when you burst into a fit of laughter, hands covering your face as you burden the backrest of the chair with 75% of your weight. The spider demon's brilliant green eyes relish in all your beauty, and he's somewhat in awe at how easily he's rendered you helpless.

Honestly, his attempts to flirt with you are so cheesy that you can't help it. The groan that leaves your aching lungs after the laugh attack is paired with your arms as you lay your upper body across the table. He's not being fair, and you're obsessed with it.

Then, you make the mistake of meeting his eyes.

Syntax freezes.

"Ah- are you blushing?"

Your breath catches in your throat, and you're left looking as though you'd been caught stealing cookies. "Ah- fuck. No. No!"

"Oh my- you are!" Syntax says, astonished. Wide eyes look you up and down, and his victory only widens his smile. "This is - was I the cause of this?? I-I never thought I-"

You look around wildly; no one's caught wind of your shenanigans. "No! I was only laughing 'cause of how stupid your pick-up lines are," you bluster.

There is no way you'll recover from this anytime soon.

"Darling, if you were a taser, you'd be set to 'stun'," Syntax hums, eyes devouring the way you melt under his words.

"Nooo!"

You're breathless with laughter, eyes blurry with tears as you look up. Syntax's smile is warm and full of awe, as though he can't believe what's happening. "I'd like you see you like this more often, my love," he murmurs, taking your hand in his and tracing your skin with his thumb. Your heart stutters. "Your smile is a remarkable piece of work I wish I could download into my metaphorical database to look at it whenever I like."

Flustered, you're eyes widen. "I- uhm . . . w-won't it get dull, then?"

"I seriously doubt it."

You simply stare, trying to think of something to say to counter him.

But at that moment, footsteps pause by your table, and you're inclined to greet the passerby. Eyes slowly sliding up the stranger who'd stopped, you instantly recognize the trademark orange jacket, the red band in his black hair, and the cheery glint in their eyes. MK. The fucking Monkie Kid. Quickly, you draw your hand out from Syntax's grasp, praying to God MK didn't hear anything.

Your eyes find each other's, and suddenly, the dude you've known for months now breaks into the widest smile you've ever seen.

"No. WAY. Nice to see you here, (Y/N)!"

"Yeaaaah!" You say, standing up. One; you need to hide Syntax from MK's line of sight and two; your plates are clear and it's time to go. "You, too! What're you doing here?"

MK side steps to reveal Mei, the dragon girl who's equally chaotic, and your heart drops a few more inches.

"Oh, just trying out every single food in every restaurant."

Mei flashes a grin. "So far the sushi's best."

"Yeah, glad that was a mutual agreement," MK laughs, running a hand through his hair. Then, his eyes dart behind you, and you realize Syntax had stood up to confront his foes. Not yours, mind you. His.

The dragon girl's eyes slide up, too. "Oh. OH. (Y/N)! Spider demon at six o'clock," she whisper/yells.

"Wha-" You glance over your shoulder to find Syntax giving the fucking evil eye to both your friends. He probably considers the dinner date absolutely wrecked just because the two goofball's existences have been made known. The tension between the three of them is so apparent you can feel it crackling. "Oh. Oh, yeah, um, this is Syntax. You remember, right? I introduced you guys to each other."

Syntax turns his nose upwards. "To my utmost displeasure."

Mei sticks his tongue out at him while MK simply shrivels, taking a step behind the dragon girl. "R-Riiiight. Nice to meet you again, um, mister spider - eurgh - scientist."

While MK mentally hurls, Mei studies the two of you.

At the way Syntax's hand snakes around your waist. You're too late to swat him off, because Mei suddenly blinks, eyes filling with understanding and mischief. A smile spreads slowly across her face. "Wait, are we interrupting something?"

"Huh?" MK ponders, eyes wide.

Mei grabs his arm, shaking it lightly as she beams at him. "Dude, we just interrupted (Y/N)'s date."

A pause.

All four of you stare at each other in turn, until MK breaks it.

"IS THAT WHAT THIS IS-" He points at you, eyes practically stars as he bounces on the spot.

Your hands shoot up to shush him, panic sending a thrill through you. "No! This isn't what it looks like, we're just having dinner - wait that sounds even WORSE-"

By now you've attracted a fair amount of attention from onlookers. Your face flushes deeply and you briefly wish the ground would open up underneath you. But MK and Mei are smirking knowingly, shooting each other eyebrow wiggles that make you literally push them aside to walk past.

Someone catches your arm.

"(Y/N), I hardly think you're being fair to your friends," Syntax hums, eyes flashing with amusement as he tugs you back against him.

You let out a squeak of alarm. "wHA-"

"Are you afraid to admit you've been embarking on a romantic rendezvous with me?" The spider demon says, eyes flashing with an unspoken challenge. But they're warm, so incredibly warm and simply admiring your features.

Mei and MK let out a simultaneous, "OOoooooh!"

Fuck this.

You're taking this elsewhere or you'll stop it right in its dastardly tracks. Customers have been staring for the past two minutes. With an embarrassed huff, you tug at Syntax's sleeve.

"C'mon. Bye, MK, Mei. I'll . . . I'll see you guys later," you grit out, ducking out of view as you pass them.

Mei winks. "Have fun!"

"With a spider demon?" MK whispers; "Bet."

"You're on."

You roll your eyes, glaring at a spot on the floor as you practically drag your idiot out of the restaurant and into the open. Fresh air bathes your face, clearing your thoughts and the congested ocean of emotions they'd been suffocating in. For a moment you stand there, ignoring the people walking by, and simply breathing.

Dinner date gone wrong. Or did it? Sure, it was embarrassing, but it was fun and your heart swells.

Someone taps your shoulder. You know who it is before you turn.

"My hand is feeling a bit heavy," Syntax says softly, eyes locked on your face. He cracks a small smile that says everything. "Care to hold it for me?"

You blush. "You don't have to ask, y'know."

"Well, then." Fingers lace through yours, squeezing gently. Megapolis seems less cold with Syntax around. "I'll remember that."

"You'd better."

[dr4kenlvr]

soft baji headcanons ♡

pairing: baji keisuke x gn!reader

genre: pure fluff

request: Hii can u do soft baji headcanons????

warnings: swearing!!

a/n: heyy, thanks for requesting more baji hehe i love the guy. if you guys want, you can read my dating baji headcanons before this! i suppose its sort of a continuation <3.

baji is nothing short of a loyal person, friend, boyfriend, you name it

once he's committed to a relationship of any sort, he's committed and it's gonna take a lot to make him back off

he'll do anything for you, because you're the person who he was able to confide in, to let down that tough barrier with, to love

now, its definite baji likes it when you play with his hair

he'll let you tie it, braid it, or just twirl it around your finger, hell even give him a massage while you're at it!

if you decide to stylize it some way or another, baji won't take it out unless he really needs to- he'll wear it to toman meetings and get some stares and giggles

he growls at them till they stop

when the two of you are chilling on a couch or whatever, he'll return the favour and rake his fingers through your hair gingerly, smiling gently when you melt into his touch

baji likes to hold onto your waist a lot, it kind of comes naturally to him you know?

you'll just be standing there talking to someone, and he'll pop up to wrap an arm or two around you

he won't even interrupt your conversation, just absentmindedly holds you while paying attention to other things around him

your friends are use to his antics, and don't mind him because they know he means no harm

when you're alone however, whether you'd be cooking or cleaning the room, baji'll give you a big bear hug from behind

he'll peck your head, cheeks then lips and give you a smug grin when you react in any way

so, baji's favourite way to "hold hands" is an arm slung around your waist or shoulders :D

you like to link pinkies with him in public but he retorts with a "that's too cutesy y/n!- hey, why'd you let go?!" and proceeds to link pinkies with you again

ugh he's so annoying

random, but when you go shopping you'll every now and then buy a pack of hair ties for him because he keeps whining about breaking them

so when you give them to him, he feels so loved and appreciated that you remembered, and thought about him on your trip out

when you two are away from one another, baji often sends you ugly memes and videos that are attached with a messages ranging from "this is u <3" to "YOU LMFAAOASAJS STUPID ASS"

his most used emojis are the skull, and the sideways laughing one because this is baji we're talking about

dates occur pretty often, because simply hanging out is a date to you two

sometimes you'll get ice cream, go to the park or head over to his place to finish a project he slept on

chifuyu likes to join too! baji's like "im glad you're here bro, but since you are you and y/n need to help me finish this assignment."

"alright, when is it due?"

"last week."

"LAST WEEK?" - you and chifuyu, simultaneously

this mf is like.. "yeah? what? stop staring at me like that, fuck!"

speaking of staring, baji likes to stare at you too

he finds you so attractive, he can't help himself

chifuyu and draken make fun of him but he brushes them off with a "FUCK YOU!" before blushing and turning away

he pouts a lot too, but you pinch his cheek before giving him attention anyways

when he's out with the gang, he always boasts about you, like always

mikey just smiles and nods, happy for his friend

draken laughs at pah who's groaning in jealousy

takemitchi also tells his fair share of stories about hina before baij shuts him up saying he's not done talking

CHIFUYU DIES AT THE LOOK ON TAKEMITCHI'S FACE LMAO

he's just like :o

anyways, baji is an amazing significant other, literally ken wakui said so himself ("top 3 lovers" in the official tokyo revengers character book)

he loves and cares for you so so much, theres not a big enough number that could amount to it <3